Hunger steals the memory
Women are strong, strong, terribly strong. We don't know how strong until we're pushing out our babies.
I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?
The length of sky is just about the size of my ignorance. Pure and wide.
Death is the least civilized rite of passage.
We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.